Quotes from Michelle M. Pillow

People who make snide comments to authors like "anyone can write a book" or "well, you did it, so obviously I can/it can't be that hard" or poke at a book because it's "romance" or "genre fiction" and act like that somehow makes it substandard because they don't read it... well, ok, go ahead. Write a bestseller. Don't forget to go through the correct edit process. We'll wait.

Life is too short to dwell in the negativity all the time.

If I propose to myself and myself says yes, I get to have the cake, right? I love me, so I'm thinking 12 tiers.

My cat mocks me frequently. It's the universe's way of keeping me from getting too big of an ego.

A lie, when believed, became the truth.

The dreams that were buried the deepest were the hardest to get rid of.

When people get into their 30s plus "boyfriend" sounds weird...if you really think about it. Instead, I think we should universally start using the term "manfriend" or "snookie bookie cuddles pie".

I love my career. It is a career. A difficult one that takes many hours and total dedication to my craft. It is also what I was born to do--tell stories and entertain.

Only a sentimental being would care about such everyday things—things used and discarded by the humans of their respective eras without thought, yet kept and preserved by an immortal who never forgot them. An immortal who loved and cared for them, dusting them off for an eternity, keeping their dead spirits as alive as he—stuck in their immortal tomb never to find the rest everything must eventually seek. Time had no meaning in this cavern of infinite age.

Do not pay attention to my cousins. Every family needs a couple idiots and we keep them around for entertainment.

This is not a white and black business we are in. There are messy shades of crimson haunting us in everything we do.

You really shouldn't drink potions if you don't know what they do. - Aunt Polly

Jaden felt their boredom, their tired eternity. Beyond that, she felt their dying essence. They were immortal—all-powerful beings—and yet they were powerless against the onslaught of ever-changing time. They were lost in a modern world, one they didn't have the energy to understand. And, in being lost, they were immobilized against it. Not even their judgments could assuage their exhausted wisdom of forever.

He had seen so much of life, but even more of death. He had seen countless eras come and go and still he braved forward, forever alone. And here she was ready to give up after a few lousy years. She was a coward.

I'm the kind of trouble a man like you can't handle.

I'm like a stray cat. If you feed me, I don't leave.

Ya were going to turn me into a rat? Had I known that I wouldn't have tried to turn ya into a snake.

He knew for certain that she belonged forever in his arms, just as he knew she didn't realize it yet.

Does talking to yourself in the voice of your fictional character count as being social?

For some reason, when people meet me and find out I'm a writer they always ask if I write children's books. Um... please don't let your kids read my books. Well, unless your kids are in their 30s or something...then yeah, they're old enough. LOL